Chapter 453: After modification: Chapter 463 Leng Yixiu Extra Story (2)
As Lin Yixun said before, she successfully got into A University and entered the Computer Science department, the top program she desired.
I don’t know how she did it, but I don’t believe she actually relied on her own effort to get into A University. After all, she has a mayor for a father. In this society, sometimes academia has to bow to power.
I have always had a distaste for those who play political games, and Lin Yixun was no exception.
However, no matter how much I despised her and kept my distance, she didn’t care. Since entering A University, she completely became my shadow. In the cafeteria, self-study room, library, public classes, wherever I was, she would be there too.
"Hey, Senior, what a coincidence." Every time we met, she would pretend it was by chance, with an innocent smile on her face.
Sometimes, I really wanted to tear off that smile and see if there was true innocence or just fake pretense underneath it. But in the end, I always held back.
I did not avoid her, but I never paid her any attention either. Each time, I saw disappointment in her eyes. I thought she would give up, but the next day she would appear before me again in various ways.
Time passed quietly by, and in the blink of an eye, a year had gone by. In those 365 days, I saw her almost every single day.
From initial disgust, I gradually became numb, and then slowly got used to this strange pattern. Until one day, Lin Yixun suddenly stopped appearing in the cafeteria, no longer in the study room, nor in the public classes I took.
It seemed that she had decided to give up on this hopeless pursuit.
I undoubtedly detested Lin Yixun’s pursuit. Now that she decided to give up, I should have been happy, but instead, I couldn’t feel any joy. I even felt as if a part of my heart had suddenly collapsed, leaving a void.
I hadn’t yet figured out why this was happening when a piece of bad news reached my ears. When I learned that my father’s company was on the brink of bankruptcy and he committed suicide by jumping off a building under pressure, I felt my whole world had turned upside down.
Leng’s had been running smoothly for years, with large sums of money coming into the company every year, even planning to go public within the year. How could it fall to the brink of collapse in just a few months?
What exactly went wrong during this period?
I didn’t know the details, but I knew there must be something wrong. Leng’s was on the verge of collapse. Reluctantly, I had to return to Leng’s to take charge of the situation.
I temporarily had no time to investigate the details because the company’s capital chain was broken and on the verge of collapse. Continuing significant capital injections were needed to bring the company back to life.
But at this critical moment, who would be willing to invest billions in a company on the brink of bankruptcy?
I found my father’s close friends, but most of them shut their doors on me. The ones who had strong ties and were willing to see me were already an exception.
My father’s body was not yet cold, and his life’s work was about to be destroyed before my eyes. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t as strong as I thought. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t turn the tide at this moment.
Just when I thought Leng’s was hopeless, Lin Yixun’s father’s secretary came to me, saying he could help, but there was one condition, and that was to "marry his daughter."
At that moment, when I heard this condition, I was utterly shocked, and amidst the shock, I was overwhelmingly furious.
What did they take me for? A commodity? I, Leng Yixiu, stand tall as a man. No matter how down-and-out I was, I would never need to marry a woman I didn’t love to save Leng’s.
But in the end, I still broke up with Cheng Ying and married Lin Yixun.
I didn’t know why, but at the very moment I saw Lin Yixun in her wedding dress, smiling brightly at me, I felt an inexplicable twinge in my heart.
I thought, although this marriage was just a transaction, although I might never like Lin Yixun, at least I could treat her well. Of course, that premise held as long as I didn’t hear the conversation between Lin’s mother and Father Lin.
At that time, the wedding hadn’t started yet. I had a craving for a smoke, so I found a secluded corner and quietly smoked a cigarette. By chance, I overheard a shocking secret.
"How could you be so foolish? Don’t you know that this kind of thing is illegal? If others found out, you would go to jail!"
"As long as Yixun can be happy, I can disregard everything!"
"I know you love your daughter, but love should have limits too. If Yixiu knew... knew that you were the one who caused his father’s death, how would he treat our daughter, and could they be happy?"
"He won’t find out."
"There’s no such thing as an impenetrable wall. How can you be sure he won’t find out?"
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The two voices outside the wall were familiar to me; they were Lin Yixun’s parents’ voices. Even though it was just a short conversation, I heard the most important message within it.
How did my father die? Was it really Yixun’s father? Why would he do this? My father and he had no grudges!
I leaned powerlessly against the cold wall, my mind already forming one imminent conclusion—Lin Yixun.
So, did Lin Yixun know about all this? What role did she play in it? Did she instigate her father, which led him to take action against Leng’s?
I don’t know how I made it through the wedding aisle, nor do I know what I said in front of the priest. That night, I got myself so drunk, then kicked the new room door wide open.
"Didn’t you go to great lengths just to get the title of Mrs. Leng? Fine, I’ll give it to you. But Lin Yixun, let me make it clear today, I won’t touch you, nor will I ever love you. You can enjoy being Mrs. Leng for the rest of your life!"
Ever since that day, I never stepped foot into our new room again. Nor did I give Lin Yixun a real glance. Every time I saw her, the hatred in my heart surged like a flood, making me want to strangle her.
But she kept her composure, always greeting me with a smile regardless of how poorly I treated her.
Every day, she would cook breakfast and dinner for me herself, then go upstairs to draw a bath for me, even though I rarely went home. Even when I did, I would only sleep in the guest room. She would unfailingly prepare everything for me.
Every afternoon, she would call to ask when I would come home. Perhaps because I often didn’t answer, she switched to texting.
She tried hard to win my favor, but I only treated it as a joke.